Honeysuckle Laughter

Children’s laughter peals as the
sound of musical bells echoing
 in the wind chimes lingering on
 breezes of sun-kissed cheeks
with arms and legs akimbo as
honeysuckle vines entwining
about you ever so tightly and all
 that remains is fragrance of love

© August 2011 Renee Espriu

My grandchildren sometimes run towards me with so much enthusiasm it is hard to contain and when I thought of it this is what I wrote.

Tragedy and Freedom

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Summer days blossoming with
pine scented air while youth
come together in the belief
freedom prevails and accepts

Darkness heavy with twisted
knowledge of rising to lead
all people down a new path is
seen in the guise of justice
offering a hand to safety

Summer days heralding warm
sun, camp fires with song and
swimming with friends, family
believing in love and diversity

Evil watching and stalking to
create tragedy in taking lives,
disrupting lives to reveal a
mind lost in a maze disguised as
normalcy of friend and neighbor

Summer days blossoming with
pine scented air while youth
come together in the belief
freedom prevails and accepts

© July 2011 Renee Espriu

I would like to dedicate this writing to my friends in Norway , who although  were not touched personally by recent events there, are the epitome of those beliefs that prevail throughout their beautiful country.  People choose to call this country their home due to the belief that freedom and accepting all those who long for it, is what continues to give rise to opening their doors to  all ethnic groups, religious beliefs and diversity in all its’ forms.   Thank you for being who you are and for all your country people my heart and prayers are with you during this difficult time.

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This is something I posted after the killings in Norway of so many young people whose life was taken simply because someone else decided, based on their own twisted way of looking at the world…calling them personal beliefs…that they should not live.  There is a fine line between the sane and insane and when it runs over into the lives of innocent people the world does seem a very troubled place indeed.

Her Hands

Her hands brought love in
food she prepared, the baked
goods, the dinners, the
table laden there

Her hands brought love in
hair that she washed, brushed,
cut and braided with care
unsurpassed

Her hands brought love in
teaching many a passion for
reading, sewing, gardening
lives seen with compassion

Her hands brought love in
strength a heart holding life
lived through all of us to the
end from the start

© May 2011 Renee Espriu

Airwaves


The airwaves brought
you to me from
around the globe
the other side
of the earth

                                                           Up  “popped” the box
                                                           telling me you
                                                           had arrived in
                                                           grand fashion to
                                                           tickle me inside

Your voice emanated
via your words
sending your love
with a big ‘Hug’
making me laugh

                                                                        The airwaves brought
                                                                        you inside my room
                                                                        an electronic link
                                                                        from the other side
                                                                        of the earth

© May 2011 Renee Espriu